Without even looking at the palace, Mu Zhaozhang took the medicine from the palace maid's hand and sat down again.
However, Mu Zhaochu, who had never served anyone before, took the medicine and looked at the person on the bed, feeling embarrassed.
After being at a loss for a long time, Mu Zhaochu scooped up a spoonful of the medicine, bent down, brought it to Qiucao's mouth, and tried to make her drink it. His hands were shaking so much that not only half of the medicine in the spoonful of medicine was not fed, but
Qiucao's mouth even spilled all over her clothes.
Mu Zhaochu became so angry that he took another spoonful and handed it over.
The result was still the same, not a drop of the concoction was fed in, and it all splashed on Qiucao's clothes.[
When he scooped up the third spoonful without giving up, Xiaohong couldn't stand it anymore and rushed in and said, "Your Majesty, Xiaohong should do it."
If you continue to drink it like this, it will be a trivial matter if the medicine runs out, but it will be a disaster if the queen catches cold.
Mu Zhaochu glanced at Xiaohong, handed the bowl to her with a gloomy expression, and stepped away.
Xiaohong quickly bent down and carefully fed the medicine into Qiucao's mouth one spoonful at a time.
After giving the medicine, Xiao Hong took out the dry clothes from the cabinet and was about to help Qiucao change out of the wet clothes stained with the medicine. When she turned around, she saw Mu Zhaochu still standing there with a livid face. She didn't know what was going on.
Thinking about something, looking at the queen's eyes she was still a little angry.
Holding back the fear in her heart, Xiao Hong gritted her teeth and said: "Xiao, Xiao Hong has to change clothes for the Queen. Ma, please step aside, Your Majesty."
Mu Zhaoxu remained motionless and said in a bad tone: "What are you talking about? Hurry up and change her clothes!"
"……yes."
Xiao Hong used the fastest speed to help Qiucao take off her wet clothes, and then covered her with a quilt. After making sure there was nothing wrong, she walked out with the empty bowl.
Mu Zhaozhen said nothing and silently sat back on the chair next to the bed. His dark eyes stared at the person on the bed who never opened his eyes, for fear of missing any of her movements or expressions.
Time passes slowly in quiet waiting.
Outside the window, there was no bright moon in the slightly white sky. The dawn light filtered through the fresh mist and projected through the window lattice, diluting the light of the oil lamp.